"May I ask where you came from, Senior?"
Looking at the rather scruffy old man, Ye Lin spoke.
This old man was undoubtedly a top-tier expert of the sword path.
Moreover, even he could not gauge the man's depths.
He was definitely powerful.
After all, Ye Lin could not even see this man's status panel.
"Me? I don't know."
The old man raised his head to glance at Ye Lin, then gently shook it.
"You don't know?"
Ye Lin raised a brow.
How could he not know?
A top-tier sword expert whose depths could not be fathomed, yet he did not know where he came from?
Wasn't that absurd?
"Don't ask me. I don't know."
"I seem to have lost my memory. I can't remember anything."
As though he knew Ye Lin was about to keep questioning him, the old man spoke first, leaving Ye Lin unable to squeeze out another word.
"Then, Senior, where did you come from?"
"I mean, from the time you became aware of things until now—where did you come from?"
"Surely you didn't open your eyes and find yourself here?"
Ye Lin rubbed his brow and changed his line of questioning.
He had not expected to encounter a powerful expert who had lost his memory and gotten lost. Was this a good thing or a bad thing?
If it was a good thing, then the person before him truly was powerful.
But if it was a bad thing, then his origins were unclear and his motives unknown. He was like a bomb—you could never know when he would explode.
"I came from a stinking ditch outside the city."
"In a muddle, I ended up here."
"Then I smelled something fragrant here, so I came over."
"This."
After saying that, the old man picked up the